I love this Random Thought Thursday thingy. I had the most scathingly brilliant idea! Let's get right to it, shall we?
It's amazing how music can take you back to another place and time.
That 'first day of school' smell is the same at every district. Are they all in some consortium to buy the exact same cleaning products?
Sometimes I feel like a nut. Sometimes I don't.
Did anyone else find that Bill Murray/Chris Makepeace relationship in Meatballs to be just a little bit creepy?
If one class chooses the name "The Colins" for their team in an educational review game, another class is bound to see it on the board and ask, "Who wants to be called "The COLONS"?
Inservice days ain't all they're cracked up to be. Especially if you miss your plan time.
It is eerie to drive through a section of woods that smells like the old people aroma from the Free Hairwad Hot Tub.
Dogs should not be named Crock Pot.
The people at the lunch table seem annoyed when they get to order out pizza, and one lunchmate spends the lunch half-hour lecturing them about dieting.
Neighbors who put out trash in a can without a lid need to buy a golf cart and start a 'Pick Up My Own Trash' route.
Dogs love trash without a lid. In fact, they yearn for it. It is like Doggie Christmas, only better, because it rolls around once a week.
If your youngest son gets his picture on the front page of the local paper, you can be sure that he is the one thing that is not like the others. As in everybody else respectfully watching the flag, and him mouthing to the little girl next to him.
One of my classes gives me flashbacks to Wasting Away Again in DoNot Loserville. But without that warm, fuzzy feeling. Maybe I'll compose a song about it. Maybe not. Depends on if I feel like a nut.
Hot and sour soup is really hot.
A girl who asks to get a paper towel because she just touched something wet ain't gettin' any sympathy from Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. Expecially when she is one of the students who did not bother to worry about Mrs. HM during her unfortunate stranger-snot incident.
Sixteen hours of sleep in four nights is not really a good thing.
Every now and then, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom must crack the whip. Today was a now.
Sometimes I think about that old commercial where the couple was booking a vacation, and the woman said, "I wonder if they have Magique?"
'One' is not the loneliest number.
Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is now thoughtless.
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Dogs love trash without a lid. In fact, they yearn for it. It is like Doggie Christmas, only better, because it rolls around once a week.
Back in the days of metal trash cans, you'd hear stories of people wiring their trash cans up to mains voltage.
Dog touches can, gets shocked, howl splinters the night, no more problem. Alas poor doggie, he's off yelping down the road.
And of course they're called TRASH cans, otherwise PLASTICLY would have sucked for a character name in The Stand.
Lantern,
M-O-O-N. That spells 'You are correct, sir'. Plastican Man just doesn't have that ring to it.
When I lived in town, the dogs could get the lids off the plastic trash cans. Lids that I had trouble removing. I took to sprinkling black pepper on top of the trash before I bagged it up. That kept the doggies out. I suppose their sensitive snouts don't like the black pepper.
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